Oh when will the period appear, When I shall unite in your song? I'm weary of lingering here, And I to your Saviour belong. Chorus: I'm fettered and chained up in clay, I struggle and pant to be free: I long to be soaring away, My God and my Saviour to see.

Fain would I make thine heav'n my own, For this world has been so unkind, Though I wander sad and alone, Soon I shall leave it all behind. (Chorus)